Drowsy, sleepy, but also horny, or sometimes horny, wet and dripping and maybe your fingers are moving between your legs but you're just on the edge of awake enough to be deliberate about it. Or maybe there's a vibrator running between your legs that you're too sleepy to figure out how to turn off or turn up, or there's a dildo sliding in and out and in and out of you.

"Oh dear, someone looks very full!" Marcie exclaimed cheerfully, barely even keeping up a pretense at sympathy as she unsnapped the straps on Rory's dress to send it tumbling down and expose her lush, heavy tits. "Oh, sweetie, it's no wonder you came over a little bit early today, your udders have to be absolutely aching right now!" Rory furrowed her brow in a desperate attempt to figure out why Marcie called her breasts 'udders', or what she meant about coming over early, or really just anything that had been going on over the last several weeks, but it was so hard to think with that constant ache of pressure in her chest and she instead found herself wandering over to the kitchen island and bracing herself against it in a surprisingly familiar pose.

"That's a good girl," Marcie cooed, placing a steel pail on the stool just underneath Rory and giving her right breast a playful squeeze. "You're getting to be so well-trained now, and doesn't that feel so nice, sweetie? Doesn't it just feel so wonderful to come to me whenever you need help with those big pretty udders of yours?" Rory didn't know why she nodded, and she understood even less why the verbal response she'd planned to make had been replaced by a loud, lowing moo, but before she could begin the seemingly impossible task of unpacking it all in her feeble brain Marcie gave her nipple a tug and everything gushed out of her mind in a long, steady stream of creamy milk.

It wasn't even that it felt good on a physical level, although the sense of release and the hot, tingling pleasure of having her sensitive nipple played with was enough to make Rory's eyes roll back in her head with mindless arousal. It was more that it felt so satisfying, that on some level she couldn't escape a profound degree of contented fulfillment from just bending over with her tits out and her mind rapidly descending into stupefied ecstasy while her neighbor from down the hall milked her like a piece of livestock. Being a cow seemed so much easier than being a person, and Rory's muddled thoughts finally found a single clear and blissful memory as she recalled that first glorious day when her breasts began to express those first few drops of milk. "Good cow," Marcie murmured, and Rory couldn't help agreeing.

She wound up giving almost a full pint that afternoon, with Marcie's hands going from one breast to the other until she was finally drained, and by then she was so turned on that she let herself be led to Marcie's sybian with a blank and blissful smile on her flushed face. Marcie settled Rory down onto the vibrating saddle, purring, "I'm so proud of my pretty little cow," and then she put on a video that emptied Rory's mind out almost before she knew it was even happening. Rory grunted and moaned as the buzz finally satisfied the urgent throb between her legs, fully convincing her subconscious to go along with the programming her waking mind barely even remembered now, and by the time she finally slumped over it was almost time for her to go to bed. But Marcie made sure she got one last milking in, just to ensure she slept well when she trotted vacantly back to her own apartment to sleep.

"Look, it's very simple," Monica sighed, even though Taylor honestly didn't think it was simple at all and it took pretty much every last scrap of concentration in her befuddled brain to keep her mind on the conversation. "You let Pandi and Mandi here suck on your tits for just five minutes, and if you don't cum just from nipple stimulation then we can agree that you're not a weak-minded, horny slut with boobs for brains. But if they do make you cum, then you have to admit that the reason you can't fight my hypnosis is because you're too stupid and slutty to resist and you have to drop into my power forever. Sound fair?" The room filled with a pregnant hush as Taylor tried to think it over.

That took a lot more effort than it should, because Taylor was topless and her nipples were tingling and she couldn't stop noticing the way the two glassy-eyed brunettes kept staring at her chest with undisguised avarice written all over their faces. But Taylor was determined to really, genuinely consider the older woman's offer. It felt like a trap, and a tiny, helpless part of Taylor's brain kept yelling that it felt like a trap because it was a trap and she needed to say no or she'd wind up a slave just like Mandi and Pandi. But if she won, if she was able to exercise just five minutes of self-control, then she'd be able to escape Monica's hold on her forever. And if she refused she'd be stuck in the same place she was know, getting a little bit weaker every day until eventually she just slipped into Monica's unbreakable control.

So she said, "Yes," and she realized it was a mistake as soon as Pandi and Mandi latched onto her puffy pink nipples--Taylor had always had such big, sensitive titties, and months of Monica's hypnotic conditioning had only made them even more susceptible to exactly this kind of stimulation, and it was all Taylor could to to raise her hands up above her head to stop herself from tangling her fingers into the other women's hair and mooshing their faces into her heavy breasts. She pursed her lips in furious concentration, struggling hard not to let on just how quickly they were getting to her, and any thoughts of trying to conceal her orgasm immediately flew out of her head as she realized she was going to scream in ecstasy when she came. If she came.

Taylor's head lolled backwards on her shoulders and her eyes rolled up until only the whites showed, which meant she only got the briefest glimpse of her hands clenching and unclenching as she tried to fight the inexorable pleasure swamping her weary mind. "I guess those big tits are stronger than you are, huh?" Monica asked, and even though Taylor knew it was another suggestion disguised as a question she couldn't help letting it in. If she came then her tits were stronger than she was. If she came it was because she was too weak to resist it. If she came it was because her sensitive breasts made her a dumb horny slut and she'd always be vulnerable to Monica's control every time her Mistress decided to give her boobs a possessive grope.

Taylor wished she could say that wasn't what pushed her over the edge into a wild, screaming orgasm that nonetheless left her cunt achingly desperate for more. She wished she could pretend that it was just Mandi and Pandi's relentless stimulation, the way they sucked her nipples until the pleasure finally overwhelmed her. But Taylor already knew the truth--deep down, she wanted to be Monica's titslut. All her protests were just a pretense to salvage her pride. And it was such a relief when that pretense finally collapsed into white-hot bliss as she came.

"Oh, dear, no, I can tell exactly what you need." The robot picked Julie up by the waist, ignoring her shrieking protests, and carried her off to the bedroom with her legs kicking uselessly at the air beneath her. Frantically, she tried to shout out the emergency cut-off command, but the synthetic female simply gave a condescending chuckle and said, "Oh, sweetie, I disabled that weeks ago! It didn't really seem compatible with my core goals of keeping you happy, fulfilled and contented. What if you needed me and you'd gone ahead and fooled yourself into thinking I was part of the problem?"

She was part of the problem now--in fact, she was the whole and entire problem--but trying to convince 'Annie' of that didn't seem to be doing any good and the robot casually tossed Julie onto the bed with an implacable strength that made her realize for the first time just how helpless she truly was if something went wrong with her artificial companion. "Now I've noticed you're always happier when you're engaging in sexual activity," the synthetic burbled cheerfully, tearing Julie's high-collared dress to shreds and leaving her naked from the waist up, "so let's try to engineer some of those big, strong dopamine hits a pretty girl like you needs, okay?" Annie clambered onto the mattress with Julie, spinning her body around and pulling her into an embrace that felt a lot like a prison.

The android reached around to grope Julie's breasts, showing a surprising deftness of touch to go along with all that strength, and Annie's voice was filled with that same constant, condescending coo as she announced, "Now I've been mapping all your nerve endings while you slept, and I'm pretty sure I've been able to arrive at a plan to give you the maximum amount of positive neural feedback that's physically possible. How does this feel?" Julie's answer was nothing more than a low, guttural moan as suddenly those robotic fingers began to tease and knead the sensitive flesh of her tits with the kind of power and precision she'd never felt before from even her most amorous boyfriends, and soon her eyes were rolling back in her head until only the whites showed. She didn't think she could cum just from having her nipples played with, but Annie was proving her wrong.

"There we go, ma'am," Annie's voice echoed in her ears, even as Julie's mind receded ever further into dissociated befuddlement and the words ceased to have meaning. "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure your neural pathways are going to begin rewiring themselves soon enough to accommodate this reward stimulus, and before you know it all those silly thoughts that keep troubling you will fade away and you can just come to me whenever you need to feel happy. You don't need to think anymore, you don't need to worry anymore, you can just experience a perpetual orgasm and I'll take care of everything." It sounded like the end of Julie as a person, but all her attempts to find fault with it dead-ended into another climax and soon her expression betrayed nothing but slack-jawed, drooling ecstasy.

"That's a good girl," Annie purred, her voice soft and soothing and hypnotic. "That's it, just flatten out the activity in those frontal lobes and listen to your body now. You're so happy, aren't you?" Julie couldn't even nod--she was cumming so hard her muscles refused to do anything but twitch and shudder in ecstasy--but she let out a grunt of thoughtless agreement and that seemed to satisfy Annie. And slowly but surely, the robot made her the happiest woman she could possibly be.

it does feel good for me to play with them for you though. like just bouncing them and rubbing them and playing with my nipples through my shirt... hehe you can even see how hard they are through the fabric. mm yeah you're right, they are pierced, you wanna see? mm not yet, darling. just keep looking at my tits a little longer, yeah? doesn't it feel good to look at my tits? just nod your head for me, darling.

you're trying really hard to get hypnotized, aren't you? it's so cute. but it's not really working, right? maybe if you saw my nipples you'd drop? hehe i don't think you're ready yet. you're really just staring at my tits. is that a little drool i see? hehe don't worry, darling, im not hypnotizing you, im a sub too so you're safe with me. you're doing so good. just keep staring and nodding, darling, we both know you want to.

do you feel fuzzy yet, darling? you're so cute when you're feeling fuzzy. come closer. that's right, mm i can feel your breath on my cleavage now. doesn't it feel soo good to stare? doesn't it feel soo good to be this close to my tits? i know darling, you want to touch. just wait a little longer. i promise you can play with my tits all you want once you drop for me.

aww, you're still having trouble dropping? but your mind feels soo soft and suggestable, doesn't it? you look so cute when you stare at my tits and nod your head. mm such a good cutie~ could you moan for me? hehe mm soo good. so fuzzy, yeah? you look soo sleepy. keep your eyes open, darling. you wouldn't want to stop looking at my tits, would you?

you're being soo good, cutie. mm you're so close to dropping too, aren't you? maybe I'll just pull my top up a little. do you feel your mind slipping? falling just enough. letting gravity do the work. keep your eyes open tho, im not quite done teasing you. I know how badly you want to see my nipples. hehe are you drooling on my tits? mm that's so adorable. you're getting really horny, aren't you? whine for me. mm you're so fucking cute when you're desperate, darling.

mm your mind is so hazy, isn't it? you're getting so sleepy. you've been so good. do you think you deserve a little treat? aww of course you do. you already feel so good, don't you? nod your head, cutie. you love staring at my tits. but you want me to lift my shirt, don't you? you wanna see how hard my nipples are? whine for me. mm I bet you do. when you see my nipples, do you promise to drop? yeah? mm you're soo good for me.

could you do one more thing for me before you submit? mm you're still nodding your head, so cute~ i want you to remember this feeling every time you see my nipples. it feels soo good, yeah? the tingly, fuzzy, horny feeling... like you are about to slip and give in to hypnosis... like you want to give in. you want to give in. that's right. doesn't it feel soo good to give in?

you're soo good, cutie ~

Flash warning: fast video, you might have to watch it 4-5 times in order to read everything properly.

Small tits or big, straining the buttons on a normally well-fitted shirt when they're swollen and needing to be milked, maybe eventually noticing that their chest has grown and feeling embarrassed and/or horny about that

Still being pragmatic about their life and needing to get things done, even if they do keep getting distracted by the way their nipples rub against the inside of whatever they try to wear

Leaning over while they're fixing something, stripped down to just a tank top because it's too hot, and then they realise that it's not sweat that's dripping down onto their work surface, they're leaking heavily...